Hey, it's what I DO! Mommy gave me a Daisy Red Ryder around 1940, and my Uncle Joe got me into handloading for a .30-06 in 1950. It keeps me off the street and out of dens of iniquity; whaddaya want?
Ain't it fun?
I guess, all in all, I prefer the shooting to the reloading--but they're tied together...